Said to follow any dream
Be a puppet on a string
Be a puppet on a string
Nodding reflexively at Wessex's correction, Amun remembered that she might not be able to see him. "But why would we? And seeing as I've never spoken directly to Frey, I'll take your word for it."
He let out another chuckle, but all trace of mirth was wiped from his face when the Wraith brought up the seasonal gods. "Wait, really? So...the Fae's goddess lives and they're not mad at us anymore, right?" Snorting, he rolled his eyes since he knew how far from the truth that was.
And then, between phasing through the Wraith, the bio pulse, and the unexpected vision of the house, he stumbled and toppled to the ground. Groaning, he rolled onto his back and blinked up at her. "I did. And I very much wish I hadn't." He sat up and rubbed his temples.
He let out another chuckle, but all trace of mirth was wiped from his face when the Wraith brought up the seasonal gods. "Wait, really? So...the Fae's goddess lives and they're not mad at us anymore, right?" Snorting, he rolled his eyes since he knew how far from the truth that was.
And then, between phasing through the Wraith, the bio pulse, and the unexpected vision of the house, he stumbled and toppled to the ground. Groaning, he rolled onto his back and blinked up at her. "I did. And I very much wish I hadn't." He sat up and rubbed his temples.
Works for you but that isn't me
Amun
